#chibi wrote a thing

[melonthesprigatito]

I have a confession, during my Echoes of Wisdom playthrough I ALMOST hated Condé on sight because- put down the pitchforks please- because I saw him as the final nail in the coffin, the final confirmation that there wasn't going to be any Rito characters in Echoes of Wisdom.

I played Breath of the Wild as my first ever Legend of Zelda game and I got RIDICULOUSLY attached to them. From the moment Echoes of Wisdom was revealed, I was so excited about seeing chibi Rito NPCs. I was 100% certain they were going to be in the game because the Gorons, Gerudo and Zora were in the game, and Echoes looked like it was taking some design inspiration from BOTW/TOTK.

Sure they didn't show up in the advertisements, but they also didn't show what was up Hebra Mountain in the advertisments either. So in my head I was picturing a 2D Rito Village up in Hebra Mountain. After all, the Rito lived at the base of Hebra Mountain in BOTW. So my word association with Hebra Mountain was Ritos.

So when I saw that the focal character of the Hebra Mountain dungeon was a random yeti, my soul was crushed. Months of excitement down the drain. And that pissed me off. So I was mad at Condé for his existence.

That lasted all of two minutes.

Condé, my precious boy, I am so sorry, I love you, I was sobbing during the end credits.❤️

[disposal-blueeee]

@cherry-207 told me to draw edgar doing christmas shopping while he has a cold because she was doing christmas shopping while she had a cold yesterday so i did . thank you for the prompt , dear . even if it was brought thanks to your suffering

also here

that and the storyboard of the comic with silly stick figures

[reflectingravens]

Nere: "Why are your wretched iblith houses so cold?"

Emilia: ✨Capitalism✨

Melbourne, Australia does actually get cold in winter and our houses are basically just fancy tents 🙃

[j3nnix]

my girl!!!1!(๑˃ ᴗ ˂๑)

[skitskatdacat63]

And here is the bull himself >:)

+ lore notes

I was like, ah I should make the shadow something interesting, and then I'm like GIVE HIM BULL HORNS???? OKAY SURE !!!!! I'm glad such thoughts can strike at 7 in the morning....thanks brain. But hehehe I'm glad bcs now this matches up super well with the Nando one!

New ship dynamic: who's the bull and who's the matador :)

I think, in this AU, Fernando is generally pretty fond of Seb when he first meets him. Like "ah yes my very own protégé, very nice, I shall mold him in my image." But then Seb starts veering off that course. Bullfighting is all about being dramatic, but Seb maybe has a bit too much(🤏) flair for the dramatic. This escalation starts while he's still Fernando's assistant but he keeps it generally at bay. But god when he becomes a matador himself, he's just off the rails insane.

Bullfighting, to me, is a sport about reckless endangerment of one's self in the pursuit of drama and performance(its literally described as a tragedy in three acts.) But Fernando thinks Seb endangers himself *too* much, not because he cares or anything, but he's making a mockery of the sport!! Especially when Seb starts doing that bull hand symbol(seen above), Fernando just keeps become more enraged with him, not anything to do with the fact that Seb is threatening his records and threatening his own wellbeing, nah of course not.

Seb's gesture is making a mockery of the sport, he's disrespecting the culture, the very nature of it, blah blah blah. Jenson once asks Fernando, after noticing him seething while watching Seb do his gesture, "Which bull are you really trying to defeat?" One could also describe Fernando and Seb's relationship as a "tragedy with three acts."

Anyways Fernando gets very tied up with this rivalry. Even after suffering a severe injury(I have yet to decide, but y'know mchonda electrocution core), he quickly returns to the sport, loath to let Seb get any more headway. And then Seb gets injured, poor little sweet Seb, and neither of them can handle it. Though I already covered this in my prev lore post 🤭 and I think I put it pretty viscerally there so!! I digress.

They're both matadors, but the bull itself is not the only bull Fernando wants to conquer. Conquer as in death? Hm.

[alilaro]

shout out to that time in 2021 when I put my entire pussy into making an animation, and then never made art ever again

[lizzobetumblin]

Melissa hated her feelings. 

She buried them in a chest in the 5th grade (along with her ability to express them). Other peoples' feelings on the other hand was her forte. She could process, decipher and regurgitate other peoples emotions effortlessly. This gift could’ve taken her through college, all the way to a degree in psychology. Distinguished Dr. Jefferson with a PhD and a cozy office and impressive roster of high-profile, weallthy clients was a shiny idea. Fate would have a different hand for Melissa her talents were exhausted on mediating family fights, friend group drama, and charming her way out of confronting her own feelings. 

“Feelings.” Even saying it out loud to herself seemed silly. Something reserved for ‘cry babies’ and water signs. Typical Sunday nights started tame, reading or writing fan-fiction and drinking cranapple juice. And then like clock work her father would yell her name, 

‘MELISSA!!!’ Emotionless, she’d get up dust off her Winnie the Pooh shorts and make her way downstairs. On the long walk down the hall to the stairs leading to the living room brawl, she’d go through her check list: 

1.) Don’t cry.   

 2.) Stay neutral; Deescalate

3.)Don’t take anything personal. This isn’t about you

She padded down the carpeted stairs in her old soft socks to see her mother tightlipped and tear streaked thinking, 

‘she broke rule number 1’. Her father, Michael was proud and angry, his big belly filled with self righteousness. She knew he would be unyielding in his resolve and at this point her only option was to deescalate.

 ‘Rule number 2’. Then her sister the water sign and calamity for the evening sat on the floor nearly fetal, face red and raw with emotion. 

‘Its not your fault’ Melissa wanted to say ‘You just didn’t follow the rules… you’re loved.’ But she couldn’t say that because she’d be breaking rule number 3. It wasn’t about how Melissa felt. Even though she felt like screaming,

“VANESSA, YOU DIDN’T DO ANYTHING WRONG. DAD—YOU JUST HAVE PENT UP ANGER BECAUSE YOU GREW UP IN THE HOOD OF DETROIT AS A BLACK MAN IN THE 60s AND 70s. YOU NEED A HEALTHY OUTLET LIKE.. I DONT KNOW… THERAPY?!?!?! THIS IS A WASTE OF ALL OF OUR TIME. I LITERALLY JUST WROTE THE BEST SAILOR SATURN x CHIBI USA FANFICTION EVER AND THIS IS KILLING MY VIBE!”

Instead, she decide to hear every one out. She decided to help. To calm her dragon of a father down. To be a translator for her emotional sister. To not take it personal. To stay neutral. To not cry. 

9 years later, at her fathers funeral she still never broke the rules. She played her flute and spoke at his memorial. She was present for her mother because it wasn’t about her. When other peoples' emotions bubbled up she stayed neutral. She sat through both services and she did not cry. It wasn’t until she excused herself to make a phone call outside did she collapse onto the stairs of the funeral home and weep alone in the cold Detroit snow. 

It’s okay to break the rules sometimes, she reminded herself. As long as no one else sees it.

Traumas began to compact on Melissa, as they do. Humans tend to collect traumas like pebbles on a long hike. We toss them into our backpacks and keep moving forward. Some hikers would falter, but Melissa was built for this. She’d carried the stones of her family’s traumas uphill for years. She was strong. 

When men began to befriend and reject her, saying ‘you’re too good for me’ but not too good to make them feel good. She carried that. 

When childhood friends began to cut off the strings of her heart, saying ‘We can’t be friends anymore’. She carried that.

When her family separated like dandelion seeds, it seemed like they’d never be together again. Melissa slept on so many couches, floors and car seats sometimes she didn’t know if she’d see them again. 

She carried that. 

Dying was never an option though sometimes she didn’t mind the thought of it. Peace and warmth were two things she’d desperately yearned and hadn’t felt fully since the womb. Then one night in the pitch black of the hot, sweaty, roach-infested studio in southeast Houston she slept in she wondered:

‘Why can’t I break the rules?’ She’d seen everyone else in her life break them like popsicle sticks. And she didn’t just want to break the rules, she wanted to break them boldly and loudly and annoyingly and honestly and sloppily like every one else gets to do. It was in that moment, tucked in a thin jacket inside of an 8-foot high instrument cubby in the inky darkness—it hit her. 

‘Is my suffering for a high purpose? Or is my suffering trying to kill me?’ 

She cried. 

She escalated. 

She took it personal. 

But it wasn’t enough. She wanted to scream in a microphone in a sea of shadowy faces. She drank whiskey and wove her pain into rock music. 

‘Music is my boyfriend’ she declared. The only man that kept his baggage to hisself. And it healed her. It gave her voice reason and purpose. 

The pebble-laden hike became lighter with time. The incline eventually evened out to flat, beautiful landscapes where the breeze finally met her back. She knew it wasn’t gonna be easy or sunshine but even the rain cleansed her and it was beautiful too. 

Somewhere in the rain she decided rules were meant to be built and broken. Like trust and love and friendships and families. Because every thing deserves the opportunity to change and grow. 

So... She broke rule number 1 on stage while singing a beautiful song. Dr. Jefferson (PhD) screamed for her to stop but she didn’t listen and the tears flowed like rivers of emotion down her cheeks. 

Rule number 2 was broken when she grew older and saw the injustices of the world. Marching with hundreds in protest she realized not everything needs to be pacified. 

And one day when she finally fell in love, she broke rule number 3. No matter how much training she’d done she couldn't help but take every thing her lover said and did personal. But it was ok. Because in all her resistance she realized breaking rules was her power. 

Melissa began to fall for her feelings. Her feelings gave life purpose. They weren’t always logical, as feelings seldom are. They were sloppy and embarrassing and rude and so fucking uncomfortable. But they were hers. And they were real. And when she sat alone sipping wine, staring at the moon…They were the only ones still by her side. Ready to break the rules for her because they loved her. 

And she finally loved them back. 

[honeythegoat]

Ok I couldn't sit still here are the failed chibis babies:

(I hope the head-empty-self-satisfaction feeling is coming across with Jax )

Guys act like I wrote something clever about as easy as taking a lollipop from a baby thing here as the evil curse(common sense) makes me drag my body to the torture chambers (my study table)

[linotte-miller]

Personally, my current preferred scenario is Geto showing up and pretending to be a college professor eager to talk about “the impact of popular media on the collective imagination.”

Initially I imagined he’d come up with this idea on a whim, freak out and ask Nanami to tell him how college works. But as I think about it, Geto would probably just wing it and be great.

“Syllabus? I work at a small, liberal arts school. We don’t really believe in those. Or grades, for that matter.”

….How many students do I have? Two humans and a panda. Haha, just kidding. 😉 We are very committed to academic excellence, hence the small class sizes.”

…..what are my classes like? Well, we have a community-based learning model, which—between you and me—is a fancy way of saying ‘field trips.’ But I prefer to call it field work. And they all get stipends, of course.”

Silly headcanon: you’re a writer (making something along the lines of The Magnus Archives, or more likely something on the sillier side like Welcome to Nightvale) and it’s become popular enough that your ideas have started to manifest as curses.

Exasperated JJK character(s) of your choice shows up in your office breaking every rule about talking to normies because god they are so exhausted and do you realize you are putting people in the hospital and would it fucking kill you to write slice-of-life once in awhile—

[lookahotman]

It is the first

Birthday boy Sylus smut

You have been warned ⚠️ : Submissive Sylus, pegging, sex 😈😈,little little choking, messy, Don't read if you believe that Sylus is a dom daddy.

It's in the MC's POV again. Sorry. Not sorry.

"April 18th."

"What?"

"My Birthday. Didn't you want to know?"

"O-oh yeah. But I didn't expect you to tell something so top secret to somebody so casually."

"You're not just somebody now are you?"

"Fair point."

"Well I have told you when it is, is there a surprise you have planned for me?"

"Uh... That you will get to know on your birthday boss man, there are still a few days to go until the 18th."

"I am looking forward to it."

He is looking forward to it.

Sylus is looking forward to the birthday surprise I planned for him.

Poor Sylus. If only he knew I haven't planned jack shit.

In my defense, I just got to know his actual birthday date, otherwise I was only following up on rumours as to when the notorious Onychinus leader could possibly be born, with everyone just knowing it's in spring, and Luke and Kieran just knowing it's in April.

Thinking about it now I could have always just asked him. Alright. My fault.

However luck was on my side as I landed upon the moments post from Tolan Wildlife park just a few hours outside of Linkon, all the animals post reminded me a lot of Sylus, so I figured: Hey! Why not spend the day here? I didn't it give it a second thought before booking tickets for the both of us and renting a van for the day, even preparing him a Lil S badge in which his chibi version is smiling, and an invitation card in a paw shape, telling him to be ready at 7:00 AM.

We spent the entire day animal watching, feeding capybaras, boating and enjoying quality time underneath the sugar maple trees after being offered free maple syrup coffee because of the birthday boy, Sylus was given numerous 'blessings' from people, animals, it was cute to watch.

At the end of all this I gave him the cake I had made for him along with the card I wrote, singing happy birthday to him and hoping, this moment of peace stays for longer and our bond remains stronger than ever.

"This was my first Birthday celebration. Thank you so much sweetie."

"It won't be the last. I plan to be there celebrate until atleast your 90th birthday." I say while looking up at him, he is practically smiling through his eyes which makes my heart flutter, The Sylus I see is much softer from the Sylus from before. And cuter ,even if he insists otherwise.

"Till my 90? Sweetie, surely you can promise me more than that." He pouts, flicking me on the forehead.

"I said atleast you idiot." I say, pinching his cheek as revenge.

Laughing and giggling, we enter the base. Satisfied with the birthday date and belly full with food and cake (I would never let lil S go hungry), we lazily sit down on his sofa, giving lovely gazes to each other in the comfortable silence, our smiles everpresent.

I break first from the staring contest to look at the clock.

"It's 9 PM, is there anything else you want to do? Sweetie?"

He stiffens up in response to my question and suddenly starts to look everywhere except my eyes, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. Contemplating.

Ah. So he does want something.

I can practically read him like an open book at this point. I go closer to him and sit on his lap, patting his chest softly before cupping his cheek so that he looks at me.

"Well? What is it? Tell me Sylus."

"I do want something from you, it's uhm..."

I am trying my best to let him overcome his hesitation but there's one thing about me. And it definitely is that I am so fucking impatient. So I grab him by the chin and squeeze it ,making his lips jut out a bit. 

"Tell me. Whatever you want. I will do it for you."

He lets out a deep sigh and kisses my forehead, only to push me aside and stand up from the sofa to walk towards his room. Fuck. Did I get make him mad somehow? But I literally said I would do anything he wanted.

Pushing the bad thoughts aside I also walk up to his room.

"Hey Sylus are you- Woah."

I am met with the delicious sight of his bare back, although I have seen it numerous times, the back muscles and that tiny slutty waist of his never fails to amaze me.

Hearing me come in he just turns his head to look at me. Doe eyes barely hiding the panic in them. And that doesn't sit right with me.

So I contain the desire to climb him like a fucking tree and approach him, slowly hugging him from behind.

"If you aren't ready to do whatever this thing is.... even if it's your wish you don't have to do it."

"Fuck sweetie I am ready and I do want to do it with you. So badly. I have wanted to for so long. I don't know how you will perceive me after I tell you my wish." He says finally all in one whisper, his hands finding their way to hold my hands that we were on his chest.

"Oh please. Try me. There is nothing, absolutely nothing you could say that will make me see you in a bad light."

I try my best to persuade him. It's his fucking birthday, he deserves to have everything he ever wants and here he is feeling all hot and bothered to just ASK me. He let go of my hands takes a deep breath, then goes to pull something from his drawer. He keeps rummaging through it for a while and before my impatient ass could chime in again, he takes out something thick and long.

Holy fuck.

Oh. My. God.

A Strap on.

A RED DILDO FUCKING STRAPPED. AND LUBE.

"I want to be pegged."

I barely take my eyes off the strap to look at Sylus, who is staring at me nervously, but then I can't help but look back at it again.

Their is a brief silence in the room, I am sorry I am left speechless ok?

Sylus breaks it first.

"You know what let's pretend you never saw this or heard anything I said ok I seriously don't -"

"OH MY GOD SYLUS!"

I don't even hear what he said and jump on him , he effortlessly grabs me by the hips and steadies himself.

"Say it again. What is your wish?"

His breathing quickens, pupils dilating as he looks at me.

"I want you to peg me."

Satisfied I kiss him square on the lips.

"Do you know for how long I have wanted you to say that?" I say giving a soft peck to his lips, unable to resist.

"Do you know how much, I have fantasized about you being under ME for once?" Another peck. Sylus gets more flustered by the second as he takes sharp breaths.

"I..... I thought I told you, to share all your kinks and bedroom fantasies with me. "

"I didn't want you think I am a freak. Besides all our 'sessions' leave me on cloud nine."

That gets a chuckle out of him and he responds with a 'me too.'

Without wasting a second one any more conversations I leap out of his embrace, hitting the floor again as I take the strap from him.

"By the time I come back, I want you stripped of all your clothes and sat on the bed, like a pretty boy, understood?" I say, hooking a finger under his chin, already in the role. His swallows a thick lump before nodding.

"Yes ma'am."

It doesn't take me long to come with the strap on attached on my waist. The dildo proudly standing in all its glory.

"That was quick, I guess you are more eager than I am." I spot Sylus, ever the tease on the centre of the bed, naked legs spread just a little in anticipation and his proud dick also standing rock hard in all its glory.

I slowly climb the bed and get a hold of his feet, dragging him down closer to me. I can hear him audibly flinch at the sudden manhandling (not really) and shy away from my gaze.

"Not you talking about eager. I just told you to lie down and you are hard already." I say grazing the head of his cock with my finger tip, his body convulses and little whine comes out of his mouth and I swear he has never looked cuter. My heart is about to burst at how adorable he is.

"H-hurry up and p-put it in hmph-" I kiss the tip earning a soft gasp from him.

"Chill sweetheart what's the rush? Have you ever done this before?"

"I have... experimented by mys-sELf.... A little.." 

Poor baby keeps trembling underneath me as I leave open mouth kisses from jawline, sharply biting on his collarbone to which he squeals. Damn. I didn't even know he could make such a noise.

Losing all my sanity like how sand leaves one's fingertips I keep kissing him lower, watching, how his blushes from to the tip of his ear till his chest. I take a nipple in my mouth and roll the other in my fingertips, low grunts and moans to be heard below me. I then give the same treatment to the other nipple. 

Sylus, my sylus, he is so perfect, taking everything I give him like an obedient pup, I wish to worship every part of his body, show him just how much love he deserves, it's probably more than anything I could ever him in this lifetime, I would lay my heart out bare for him if he asked but right now,

Right now all I can do is cherish his body and the trust he has in me with every fibre of my being.

I chuckle lightly as I kiss him lower and reach his stomach.

"W-what's so funny?" He asks me breathlessly as he props himself up with the support of his elbows.

"Nothing. I am just so happy, happy that the beast feels safe enough with me to show his vulnerable belly. So that I get to rub it."

I say as I softly rub his tummy, watch him as he literally melts at the gesture, panting heavily from the earlier kissing and biting. I lean down to his face.

"I am the only one who gets to rub it, right?"

"Yes! Y-you're the only one. Can you stop teasing me now please please please sweetie I need you."

"Oh right! Sorry."

Deciding that he was riled up enough, the precum dripping from his cock a clear indication, I start to lube up the strap, giving him a show as he spreads his legs even more for me to fit in between them.

"It would be best to wrap your legs around me cutie." He does as told and puts his hands on either side, grabbing the bedsheet tightly.

"Ready?" I ask to which he just nods eagerly. I give him a little kiss on the cheek before entering his hole.

"Haah! A-ah!! S-s ughh..." He moans loudly at the sudden intrusion while I keep peppering kisses on him, telling him it's ok.

I thrust in slowly after he calms down , soon the pain turns into pleasure for him as he demands me to keep going and faster. So bossy even in this position, but I will let it slide since it's his birthday, I would considered putting a gag on him otherwise.

I thrust deeper and harder and when he lets out a loud groan. Eyes rolling back.

Looks like I have hit the prostate.

I always imagined what Sylus would look like with his brains blown out, but the real thing's even better.

My hands move with a mind of their own to clasp around his neck and squeeze lightly, his eyes go wide and then he whimpers, telling me to not stop, I gratefully oblige.

I keep thrusting in his hole and continue hitting his prostate until he starts panting like a dog, and his voice grows higher in pitch. Completely lost in the sounds he keeps making, I grab his dick and stroke it up and down in a fast pace, lightly flicking just to hear more of his sweet little moans, and he gives me exactly what I want.

"Cum-cumming!" He says, barely able to form words.

"Cum for me baby you're doing so good." I say unable to stop my own heavy breathing as I bite his neck, hard enough for it to bleed as he grabs the bedsheet tight enough for it to rip, and then shoots ropes of cum till it reaches his neck.

We are both left a panting mess as I collapse on his cum coated chest barely caring about the mess.

"Tired?" He asks while being dizzy himself.

"Yeah. Pounding your ass suprisingly took more effort than necessary. I am spent."

"Obviously hard work was to be expected. afteer all, it's my ass."

We both giggle at that.

As Sylus was about to get up to clean us up, I stop him.

"I will do the cleaning, you rest and bath in my love." He just smiles at me softly, his fucked out face adorable as ever.

He just hums in response probably too tired to form words, but that's enough for me as I turn around to get the shower running.

"Oh and one more thing."

"Yeah?"

"Happy Birthday, Sylus."

I love him. Sylus :(

Thought I would post on the birthday but procrastinated.

[sailormoonandme]

SAILOR MOON COSMOS EPILOGUE MASTER POST

With the release of the Sailor Moon Cosmos movies on Netflix I thought the time was right to reshare some fanfics I previously wrote about what might have happened after the events of the final arc of the Sailor Moon Manga (a.k.a. what the Cosmos films adapt); in particular what happened to Sailor Cosmos and Chaos.

If you enjoyed the Sailor Moon Cosmos films you may well enjoys these too.

Returning Stars a.k.a. THE SAILOR STARLIGHTS RETURN HOME

Summary: A miracle has occurred throughout the galaxy. Every world ravaged by Sailor Galaxia has been reborn, including the Kinmoku star… and its four most fabled citizens.

Shadows of Galaxia a.k.a. THE ORIGIN/FATE OF GALAXIA!?

Summary: Zoloto regards her home planet of Rastaban as trash and its people scum. She yearns for more. For a star worthy of her majesty.

Group Therapy a.k.a. THE ORIGINS/FATES OF THE SAILOR ANIMAMATES! 

Summary: The Shadow Galactica, led by Sailor Galaxia, once scoured the Milky Way seeking Sailor Crystals. Amongst its ranks were five young women who became pretenders to the sacred title of Sailor Senshi. But what became of these women when the shadow of Galaxia was lifted?

Rebirth a.k.a. THE ORIGIN OF SAILOR CHAOS

Summary: There is a place within the galaxy where all things are possible. It is protected by an eternal and ever vigilant guardian who knows all its secrets. But there is one secret that terrifies her. One possibility that could spell the end of all things…

Stripes a.k.a. HOW SAILOR COSMOS BECAME CHIBI-CHIBI

Summary: As the end draws near a lonely woman weeps and loses herself in the past.

The Last Sailor War a.k.a. SAILOR MOONS FROM EVERY CANON TEAM UP WITH SAILOR COSMOS TO DEFEAT CHAOS!

Summary: Gathered together by Sailor Cosmos, Sailor Moons from across the Multiverse (and canons) make a last stand against Sailor Chaos and her army Sailor Moon's old enemies to decide the final fate of the universe!

(Art courtesy of SinJazz)

Sailor Moon: The End a.k.a. WHAT HAPPENED AFTER SAILOR MOON COSMOS!?

Summary: This is shorter/alternate version of 'The Last Sailor War', though it retains the fundamental concept of Sailor Moons from different canons (the original 1990s anime, the Musicals, the 2003 live action show, etc) teaming up with Sailor Cosmos to fight Sailor Chaos. Lovers of the original English dub of Sailor Moon (wherein Usagi was named Serena) might be particularly interested in this story.

The Last Sailor Senshi a.k.a. A HAPPY ENDING FOR SAILOR COSMOS

Summary: The fighting is done. The war has been won…but not for Sailor Cosmos. She is, as she has been for so very long, utterly, and eternally…alone…

[gojoscloset]

“You smell sooo good.”

“Thanks! I taste even better.”

with JJK boys (Choso, Toji, Gojo ) NSFW/Suggestive

Choso

He took notice of your new scent and decided to act on it. He complimented you but he did not expect what you had to say in return.

“Thank you! I taste even better.”

You give him a wink and instantly he was a mess. He was at a loss for words, his throat and mouth suddenly became dry and his mind couldn’t help but wonder if maybe you could help him quench his thirst.

Choso’s nonchalant expression switched up to a more shocked one. He looked away, tugging at the scarf around his neck to ease the sudden heat that reached his body. He was thankful for the baggy-ness of his clothes, otherwise a growing tent would be present for everyone to see.

Toji

He didn’t hold back, when does he ever? He caught a whiff of your scent once you got in his proximity and he couldn’t help himself.

“Damn girl, you smell good enough to eat.”

His lips curled into a smirk and made his way closer to you, the sweet aroma enticed him and whatever it was you were wearing was literally good enough to make his mouth water.

“Then why don’t you?”

You dared him and looked straight in his eyes, your innocent expression challenged him and he wasn’t one to back down from a challenge.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, chibi.*” Toji smirked and crossed his arms over his broad chest, he looked down at you, the size difference more noticeable as he closed the gap between you and him. Before you even said anything his mind wandered to all the things he could do to you. How he would bend and fold you and how he would have you at his mercy. He was known to be a demon with his mouth and questioned how you would receive him. Would you really be able to handle it?

“I know what I’m getting into, I think I can take it.” …

Gojo

Satoru invaded your space, as always. He practically placed his nose in your hair playfully taking a deep breath. “Wow you smell delicious, is it new?” He smiled and moved his hands to waft the air closer to him, like you were some kind of freshly baked dessert.

“Thank you! And if you think that smells delicious just wait till you taste me.”

Satoru cocked a brow and gave you a confident grin.

“Hmmm. Sorry princess but I don’t think I CAN wait, you know I have a sweet tooth.” He licked his lips and moved closer to you, taking in your scent once again. “As a matter of fact,I’m craving something sweet right now.”

Authors notes:

*Chibi can be used to call someone shorty.

I came up with the idea because I recently bought hella stuff from Bath and Body Works and I smell so so so delicious and have been getting compliments. LOL

Also I can’t believe I wrote for Toji 🤢 I h8 him but I did it for the girlies lmao

[prettiest-thing-in-the-morgue]

a comment from @ihavedesserts under my Timeless post ! Also ty noonie for your comment !!

Hol up. I just got an idea. Yo, what if DC gave neglected character some boring likes/hobbies one day to like maybe have people not look for her in every thing they let out. Maybe making her favorite food bread but it backfires, like most of it, and you just see fanarts and stuff of people just taking neglected character to bakeries and buying her most of the pastries, especially bread pudding and banana/pumpkin/carrot bread, then bread based merchandise from DC, just a simple pin of chibified neglected character having a slice of toast in her mouth and sitting on a loaf of bread, boom. Sold out in a week or less. You don't have to include this at all, it's just a funny little thought I had :)

I honestly feel like DC would actually do this ! Like it's around the time they're about to release a new Robin adventures comic and during that time they also had a neglected character's run so to draw more traction to their new release someone had a brilliant idea to release this mini shorts on their tik tok page - it's literally about the batfam talking about their favorite interests -

Bruce is like ' I love beating criminals ' , dicks like ' gymnastics babbyyy' , Jason is like ' idk man but I only love my guns ' (yes they wrote my boy down to a gun freak in this au that's how shitty they are) tim is like , ' I hack billion dollar business ' and Damian is like ' feeding my pet dragon' and last of all neglected character is like , ' idk man I just like bread :3'.

Like they really are trying to make the others look cooler and more appealing, but somehow - against all odds ( the dc reader fanbase just loves neglected character ) everyone begins posting their bread recipes- bakeries around the world literally got a huge profit because everyone started flocking there to eat bread .

DC really just shot themselves in the foot AGAIN because instead of making Robin merch, they're making chibi acrylic pins of neglected character eating bread - a whole nendroid was released of chibi neglected character nibbling on crossants.

The batfam tried copying, neglected character too but backfired miserably since readers and viewers weren't really unterested in it and that made them pissed lmao.

DC thought after a month this silly trend would die down and everything would go back to Robin and other batfam members but nope - a fan literally made an intricate real life figure of neglected character in a bakery making bread - and literally the whole fanbase went wild -

Literal memes arised out of it like " Of course the goat (neglected character ) can cook !" , " My goat ( neglected character) had to start cooking to save us from whatever DC is doing ( referring to the random time skip) , " they're so babygirl".

[ahrianee]

S\so which one of the primarch brothers do roboute/rena don't mind being around and which ones are those they limit contact with? angron, perturabo and mortarion I guess are one of those brothers and who else?

Without a doubt, among the primarchs, the one who gets along best with Roboute and Rena is Vulkan. When they have time, they usually invite him over for a snack or a drink. Interestingly, Vulkan created a special crockery for the couple in gratitude.

They also get along quite well with Sanguinius. Sanguinius enjoys combing Rena's hair, since it's so long, although Roboute can't escape being styled by the angel himself. Some hairstyles are a bit silly, but Rena still says he looks handsome.

Of the primarchs who don't usually like to engage in conversation, Fulgrim stands out. The fact that he flirted with Rena has nothing to do with Roboute being a little angry with him.

Another would be Lorgar. They don't get along too badly, but for the couple, it's somewhat tedious to hear him talk about the book he wrote about the Emperor. Nothing more to add.

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And that's it, I hope I answered your question well, Anom. It was really fun imagining the situations! Thanks for asking!!

I really like it when you ask me questions, I also really like making little chibis responding to messages, I feel so happy when I do these little things

I'm really sorry if my Vulkan looks ugly, I tried to draw it as best as possible.

✨💕

[littlemisssquiggles]

I think there’s something worth saying about Isha and the (rather ironically) positive influence that Jinx had on her and her life despite her reputation as a “jinx”.

Think about it.

[ARCANE SEASON 2 ACT II SPOILERS AHEAD! NUFF SAID!]

When the audience first met Isha, she was a seemingly orphaned child on her own on the streets of Zaun, forced to cower and run away from those she perceived as a threat to her well-being and sense of what she believed in (which was NOT siding with any of the feuding turf leaders. And even then; she still showed that she had some spunk and fire to her, referring to when she bit one of the goons that grabbed her during her first escape before bumping into Jinx later on)

But after she met Jinx, she became our veteren rebel heart; willing to take on someone ten times her size because they were a threat to her well-being and what she believed in ( which was Jinx).

Even if she knew she was no match, the fact that she still had the confidence to do so given the parallels to the first time we met her says wonders.

When the audience first met Isha, she was a girl willing to sacrifice herself to protect Jinx, going so far as to grab her weapon and point it directly at Vi, threatening to shoot because she was about to kill Jinx.

But despite that brief moment of bravery, it was short-lived because Isha was still too scared to pull the trigger back then.

But after her time with Jinx, Isha was still the same girl willing to do anything to protect Jinx only this time, she was much stronger. Braver. Bolder. More confident in herself than she probably ever was. Despite not having a voice of her own, that never deterred Jinx from ever trying to understand Isha.

To be an ear of understanding and encourage her own voice despite her not having one.

And this time, when Isha pulled the trigger, there was no hesitation. No regret.

In that moment, Isha probably felt nothing but pure love for Jinx. She was her family. Literally the best big sister/maternal figure she could ask for.

She owed her her life. Isha owed Jinx her life for saving hers.

So what better way to go out than saving the person who saved you.

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That being said, if Act III comes and confirms that Isha truly is dead then what a genuine waste of a good character and potential new champion for League.

Seriously, if Ambessa could have a life beyond Arcane despite only being introduced in the show then why couldn't Isha man.

They could've EASILY made a new champion out of her, RIGHT? THE LORE PRACTICALLY WROTE ITSELF IN ARCANE!

If Batman can have Robin and Sailor Moon can have Chibi Moon then WHY THE F*** couldn't Isha have worked as a new LOL champion sidekick to Jinx?

You ALREADY set her up as a JINX COPY CAT/ BELIEVER/ YOUNG PROTEGEE.

She could've been the Rebel Heart to her Jinx.

BLOWING SHIT UP AND TEARING THE PLACE APART WHEREVER THEY GO!

SERIOUSLY RIOT, you gave her a BANGER OF A CHARACTER THEME AND THEN KILL HER!

I'm so mad!!!!

But I guess ... Riot and Fortiche did DO ONE good thing.

They created yet another UNFORGETTABLE Arcane-exclusive character for everyone to love with a catchy ass theme song.

So I'll give them that at least.

That being said, REBEL HEART/ Isha was a GREAT character and I'm sure, even if she doesn't have a life beyond Arcane, she certainly will live on in plenty of Arcane fanarts.

The fandom ain't gonna forget about her for sure. (Certainly not with "Rebel Heart by Djerv" as her theme song. Seriously that theme is FIRE!)

~LMS (2024)

[blackcatnip]

Can’t you see?! - Well, no.

Soukoku Chuuya finds out Dazai is blind in one eye

I kinda forgot Dazai used to cover his eyes with bandages when I wrote this so let’s just pretend he did not. Thank you.

Teen soukoku but Dazai is always bumping into everything. From a door frame to a really annoyed Chuuya. And every time it happens he just glares at the things or person in question like they were the ones who bumped into him. Which normally just results in a lot of cursing from a very exasperated Chuuya.

“I swear to god if you do this one more time I will throw you into the river myself.”

“It’s just that you are soo tiny that normally I can’t even see you.”

(That day he returned home with very wet clothes)

But oh well, he does his job okay when he has to and never once actually complained about this little problem nor seemed to be preoccupied to change it. So life went one.

Until one day, Chuuya was happily drinking his well needed coffee, looking at some papers when Dazai bumped into him – again - and spilled every drop of the hot – very hot - beverage into his very expensive – expensive as your house kinda expensive – suit.

So Chuuya was done with this stupid game. He grabbed Dazai's arms, pushed him into his motorcycle, ignored the brunette’s complaints, and they both went to see an eye doctor. Because Dazai fucking needed one.

It was with incredible shock that Chuuya received the news that Dazai was blind in one eye. And even more dumbfounded at the complacent look on Dazai's face, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Well, what did you expect?” Dazai said as they walked away from the building. “I told you I didn’t need a doctor.”

“I don’t know, an infection?! You always run from doctors like they are the plague either way.” Chuuya stops picking their helmets. “Why are you acting like it’s normal?”

Dazai looked at him like he was five years old and with a condescending tone he spoke up. “We are in the Mafia chibi.”

After that, Chuuya still cursed Dazai on a daily basis, still got pissed with his deplorable depth perception, and honestly would much rather any other partner. But – not that he would ever admit it to anyone else –  he also made sure to always find himself standing in Dazai’s blind spot. Better a shitty partner than a dead one.